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My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white.
The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my body like it was his f*****g toy.
“You like waking me up like that?” he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split me in half. “With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my c**k?”
“Y–yes,” I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and c*m and whatever shame I used to have. “I just–I needed it–I needed you again, Daddy-”
My voice cracked because his c**k hit that spot.
That spot.
That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and made my thighs shake
uncontrollably.
******g hell,” he growled, his grip on my hip bruising, his thrusts so rough I was sliding up the bed with every
one. “You’re soaked. You’re f*****g dripping.”
“I know–I know–f**k–I woke up like that–I tried to stop thinking about you but–f**k–I couldn’t-”
I was babbling.
Crying.
Whimpering.
Because my p***y was soaking his c**k. Every time he pulled back, I could hear it. That filthy little squelch like my body didn’t want to let him go. Like my cunt had already decided he was the only thing it would ever take again.
“You ruined me,” I choked out, sobbing into the pillow as he bent over my back, teeth dragging down my
spine. “You f*****g ruined me, Daddy.”
He didn’t stop.
His c**k drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.
“I meant to,” he snarled, tongue licking my shoulder before he sank his teeth into the spot just below my bite
mark. “You think I’d let you walk around with this tight little p***y and not make it mine? You think I’d let
anyone else touch what belongs to me?”
I screamed.
I wasn’t even moaning anymore–I was full–on sobbing, choking on every sound because the stretch was so deep, so f*****g brutal, like he was f*****g my soul.
And my p***y loved it.
She loved it.
She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.
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* can feel you clenching, he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over
me like a beast. “You gonna c’m already? Huh? You that f*****g desperate for me?”
I nodded.
Frantically.
Sobbing against the sheets.
Y–yes–please–don’t stop–don’t ever stop–f**k me–break me-”
He grabbed my wrists.
Yanked them behind my back.
And held them there.
Just one big f*****g hand pinning both wrists like I was nothing, like I was his personal little fuckdoll and this
was his duty.
“Say it again,” he growled. “Say what you are.”
“I’m–f**k–I’m yours,” I gasped, my voice barely more than a wrecked, broken whimper. “Your slut. Your b***h. Your tight little cumdump. Anything you want. Just–don’t stop–Daddy, please-”
He lost it.
He snapped.
His c**k slammed in so deep I saw black. My legs shook violently. My p***y convulsed around him, gushing,
soaking his c**k, the sheets, my thighs, everything.
I came.
So f*****g hard I screamed.
And he didn’t stop.
He f****d me through it, still gripping my wrists/his c**k brutal and thick and angry inside me like he owned every inch of my cunt.
And he did.
Because I wasn’t just wet anymore.
I was his.
Every hole.
Every sound.
Every bruise.
Every drop of blood on the sheets and c*m dripping from my thighs–his.
“Gonna fill you again,” he snarled into my ear, tongue dragging over my sweat–soaked skin. “You gonna take Daddy’s knot like a good little b***h this time? Or you gonna scream again while it stretches that tight p***у open?”
I was panting..
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Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling..
But I nodded.
Frantically.
Desperately.
“Yes–yes–yes, please–I want it–I want it–breed me, Daddy–breed me again..”
I was sobbing beneath him, begging with my whole body, because I could already feel the pressure building at the base of his c**k; swelling thicker, stretching harder, like my p***y was about to get locked the f**k down again.
And then it happened.
The knot.
The f*****g knot.
It started pressing into me–slow but angry–so swollen it made my breath catch in my throat and my legs shake so hard my toes curled in the sheets.
I could feel it against my entrance, stretching me open, dragging along my already torn walls like my p***y wasn’t even ready. But it didn’t f*****g matter, because he was going to take it anyway.
I screamed.
Not a cute scream either. No, this was a full–body–shaking, throat–cracking, animal f*****g sound, as his c**k shoved forward deeper, pressing that knot into me with such brute force that my entire pelvis ached and my p***y fought to keep up.
“Daddy. Daddy, it’s too much,” I sobbed into the pillow. My arms limp. My back arched. My whole body twitching as his hands grabbed my hips and held me steady like I was his personal little cumhole, and he was going to stuff me whether I could handle it or not.
“You can take it,” he growled into my ear; voice cracked, feral, proud. His breath hot against my neck as he slammed forward again. “You’ll take Daddy’s knot like the good little b***h you are.”
And then, with one brutal push, it popped in.
I gasped.
I screamed again.
My whole world exploded.
My cunt convulsed so violently it nearly knocked the air out of me, as that massive knot locked into place deep inside my walls, dragging a fresh gush of slick out of me and soaking his c**k, my thighs, the sheets-
everything.
I came.
Hard.
So hard I squirted again, juice shooting from my p***y like a fountain as my vision went white and my toes curled and my tongue lolled out of my mouth, like I couldn’t even pretend to be human anymore.
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I was a mess.
A panting, sobbing, whimpering fucktoy, pinned to the bed by Daddy’s c**k and his knot and his weight–and I
loved it. I f*****g loved it.
He held me there. Ground his hips forward. Once. Twice. Just to shove that knot deeper.
And I could feel every inch pulsing, stretching my walls tighter, while my p***y clamped down like it never wanted to let go.
“You feel that?” he groaned, voice low and dark and dripping with possession. “Feel how full you are, baby?
Daddy’s not done with you yet.”
And then he started to c*m.
Hot.
Thick.
Like a goddamn volcano erupting inside my womb. I could feel every pump flood me, every pulse of his c**k
send another stream of hot seed crashing into my insides.
And there was nowhere for it to go–it was trapped by the knot, locked in, held down, stuffing my body until I
could feel it bubbling up inside me.
It hurt.
It stretched.
It filled me so much I couldn’t think.
But my p***y took it.
She f*****g drank it like it was the last thing she’d ever be fed, and I sobbed into the sheets because it was so
much. I could feel his c*m leaking around the base of his c**k, soaking my thighs, dripping out thick and
warm and endless.
My stomach ached with how full I was.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t move.
Couldn’t stop clenching.
“Daddy,” I whimpered, voice barely audible. “I’m so full. I can’t–I can’t take anymore.”
“Yes you can,” he growled, biting my neck. His fangs dragging over the raw, swollen mark he left last night.
You’re made to take it. This p***y belongs to me now, doesn’t it, baby?”
I nodded furiously, my face still buried in the sheets, tears mixing with drool as he f****d another pulse of
c*m inside me.
“It’s yours,” I gasped. “It’s all yours, Daddy. My p***y. My throat. My womb. It’s all yours.”
And he groaned like that pushed him over the edge again.
He thrust forward again, grinding that knot in just a little deeper. His c**k throbbing. His chest heaving. against my back while I trembled and shook and leaked around him like my body didn’t know how to function
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He collapsed on top of me. Breathing hard. Arms wrapped around my waist. Mouth kissing the side of my face while I blinked through the blur of exhaustion and aftershocks.
I couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t even process.
I was just lying there. Twitching. As his knot kept us locked. His seed still leaking from me like I was marked
from the inside out.
I don’t even know how long we stayed like that.
Minutes, maybe.
Or hours.
My brain was floating somewhere between Heaven and Hell when I finally felt his lips press to my cheek and his fingers push my hair back–like I was something precious, even while he was still buried to the hilt inside my ruined little cunt.
“You did so good, baby,” he whispered, voice soft now. Low and proud. “Daddy’s proud of his girl.”
And I was about to say something–maybe something stupid like I want you to f**k my throat next, or put me
in the shower and do it all over again, or maybe even I think I love you.
But I didn’t get the chance.
Because right then.
Right as I opened my mouth.
Right as my body trembled again around his knot.
We heard it.
A voice.
High.
Familiar.
“Daddy?”
Then a beat.
She called out again.
This time she was closer.
“Lyra?!”
“I’m home.”
My whole body turned to ice.
My eyes went wide.
His c**k was still inside me.
We were still f*****g locked.
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Still tied.
Still soaked in blood and c*m and f**k.
“Holy. Shit.” I breathed.
My brain stuttered.
I didn’t even know where to look..at the door, at him, at the mess we were in. I wanted to cover myself. I
wanted to run. I wanted to disappear into the f*****g floor, but I couldn’t move.
I was still tied to him.
Still stuffed with c*m.
Still whimpering like his toy.
And then I heard it again.
“Daddy?”
“Lyra?”
Her voice came closer.
Footsteps now.
******g footsteps.
My mouth opened but nothing came out. I was frozen. A knot inside and a bomb outside. My entire body clenched around him again involuntarily and I whimpered, “Damon… what the f**k do we do?”
His eyes snapped open.
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“Stay still,” he growled, voice suddenly so quiet and deadly it made me shiver. “Don’t say a f*****g word. Don’t
even breathe too loud.”
The door handle rattled.
I gasped. “Tasha can’t see me like this. Damon, please. I still have your f*****g knot inside me.”
And that’s when we heard it.
The doorknob turning.
Oh f**k.
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